Eric probably didn't expect such a reply, he paused slightly, sat there and said nothing more.
Ellen Candi was filled with guilt and regret. When she was fourteen, the year she met Philip Shaw, she never thought that a single choice that year would bring so many variables to the future.
At that time, she was too young, almost childish, when she met a boy she had never encountered before. He was beautiful, fragile, pale, yet so smart and strong that she couldn't help but want to stop for him.
The novelty and love blurred her thoughts. She indeed had a period of happiness with Philip Shaw. The first stirrings of love in her youth were pure and intense, so intense it seemed like it could burn everything away, and they both would die for each other, abandoning everything.
Love at that time was more of an irrationality controlled by teenage hormones, seemingly making everything worthwhile just to be with each other.
